Rudolph the red nosed girl...

Hooray! I have reached the turning point! You know that magical morning when you wake up and realize that you can actually BREATHE? Whenever I'm sick, I sort of will myself to forget that normally I would breathe through my nose, instead of gasping for air like a grounded fish. Its a pretty good coping mechanism, because then, when everything finally clears up, it feels like some sort of miraculous transformation, and I get really giddy and excited, and have to remember to pace myself. But oooooh, my little nose is still so sore and red!!! Yowch! Remind you of anyone?

Vintage minidress (worn as blouse), thrifted; Embroidered wool skirt, thrifted; studded leather belt, thrifted; Tights, U.O; 90s heels (Made in Italy, label worn off. Let's pretend they're Prada!), thrifted.

I got this amazing little dress at Buffalo Exchange along with this blouse. I may never have the nerve to wear it as a dress though, because even on me it is disastrously tiny! I think this skirt was also from Buffalo, but long, long ago. I've barely worn it, because its so big it falls right off without a belt. The waist is a continuous knitted band inset into the body of the skirt. Any ideas on how I could tighten it up a little without making it too bulky? Even my trusty tailor is stumped.

Oh, my. I forgot to introduce my reindeer. How rude. Everyone, this is Norman. Norman, Everyone. Norman is a very dear, very old friend of mine. Here he is in his natural habitat, my bedroom. Isn't he marvelous? Don't worry, he only looks stuffy and dignified. Secretly he loves hanging out, playing records, and dressing up in scarves and hats. His favorite band is Of Montreal. He thinks Kevin Barnes is dreamy.

On a sort of related note, I'm really digging United Bamboo's pre-fall collection. The perfect balance of sharp and charming, and I love the little mushroom print.